Tire Swing

I have been telling about two, or three days ago;

I will be offline while my exam time, haven't I?

But, I'm sorry I can't stand enough with this. I'm just sitting whole alone over here, thinking I have messed the entire things up. Seriously I'm so, so fed up with this, sucks, ventollin. Since I have got my asthma attack tonight; on repeat over again, I'm not that sure about my scores tomorrow.

Tick-tock. 12:00 AM right now.
My eyes still wide open; within full of careless upon my book.
Whatever.

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Something hits me tonight, perhaps still for one same reason. I'm not about asking for pity, nor begging for rewind. No way, I'm not going to blame anyone; for anything which I'm sure they even can't explain. Know what? I used to listen what Mommy said. Unfortunately, I shouldn't.

Don't be that worry; I'm not going to hurt you. It's actually my own fault; even you came into the most-I-hate-part in my life, took some for granted, then sat at my settle. What we feel inside, sometimes didn't make any sense, don't we? We are so clueless, surreal.

I'm sorry if you're being disturbed by me nowadays. I never meant to. Even with such disdain I draw your shadow, once more, I never meant to. I won't make you feel unsafe, it's only you make yourself. I'm not being hatred by you.
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I'd like to be gone most of the time
And you'd like to be home most of the time
If I stay in one place I lose my mind
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with
Tire Swing, Kimya Dawson (OST. Juno).

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I don't know you, anyway.

The only thing I know; my life is almost complete without you.